A Quick Headache For You All

 

Samantha Book Talk, pt. 1

 Just thought I’d make a post about my two top favorite booktubers, I’ve been watching for a while!

Thought I’d allow you all to ring in the new years with these two beauties!

@larissacambusano
Larry is an absolutely beauty and her videos are my life! She’s gorgeous and everything!

@bymadisonfox
Madison is also gorgeous! Her recommendations 💋
She also made a book I can’t wait to read!

Ring in the new years with these beauties cause I know I will 💋🎉🦋

#bookstagram #booktube #love #beauty #newyears 

PS:

None of these are MY pictures!
I got them from PINTREST 

🩷🦋

Rob's Playing With An AI

 So I've been playing around with an AI program to make some weird, and random bullshit. Some of it is pretty cool, and others are just plain odd. I thought I'd share a few of them with you, so that you can see just what it is that my mind is.

"Make a realistic photo of a rollerskating skunk, angry about having to mow the lawn on a Tuesday afternoon in the winter."

I think that we can all agree that Skunky isn't enjoying this rather simply chore. I don't know if it's the fact that there is snow on the ground, or that he is trying to mow a deck, or that it's a Tuesday Afternoon and he simply has better things to do, but he seems pretty mad. I would give him some room here. Best not to poke the bear... er... skunk.

"Draw a cartoon dog, and a roller-skating skunk, playing in a band with Geddy Lee."

Here we see Skunky playing in a band with a few other roller-skating animals, and Geddy Lee of Rush! I think that he enjoys this more than his lawnmowing gig. Then again, who wouldn't?! I bet they're playing "Circumstances" right now. 

"Make a realistic picture of a fire hydrant with eyes and teeth, yelling at kids to get off his lawn."

I find this one to be pretty damned horrifying. First of all, those are a lot of teeth that I just don't want to fuck with. Second of all, he's very angry at those kids for being on his lawn, though they simply are not on the lawn. I guess this angry fire-hydrant is someone you don't want to mess with.

"Make a cartoon of a crying apple pie, that's sad because he has to sleep outside in the dark, next to a purple tree that has teeth."

My heart really goes out to this slice of apple pie, that has the dead body of a younger realitve on the ground next to him. Even the moon, and the purple tree are sad that the Apple Pie and his broken bed have to sleep outdoors. I don't know what he did, but it must have been pretty bad. Poor little feller.

"Make a cartoon bat, doing battle with a cordless phone that only has one eye. It should be dark outisde, with people watching on both sides of the street. There should be popcorn, and kindly old man with teeth on the back of his head."

While this isn't exactly what I asked for, I think that you'll agree that results really did work out in the end. I don't know how that old guy got stuck inside the phone, or why the bat is so angry about it, but I'd imagine that it happened rather quickly, and everyone saw it coming. Perhaps it was a poorly timed mom joke that started the trouble. I guess we'll never know.

"Make a cartoon version of a roller-skating skunk, and a sad bat riding down the street at night. They pass some scary monsters, and a clock with teeth and angry eyes, but they don't care. They have soda."

Again, I don't know if everything I wanted is in this picture. But I think it's enough to give me nightmares. I'm not sure what these monsters are, but they do appear friendly. That clock however, clearly wants to exact his revenge on them for some reason. The soda looks pretty good though. Even the clock would have to agree with that.

"Make a realistic photo of a roller-skating skunk, chasing a wee small mouse named Herbert. The mouse should have a Canadian flag, and a candy bar. There's nothing happy about this picture though. Even the street itself is angry. And an angry skull is rolling by, laughing all the while."

I think that this program is getting a bit sick of my shit, and wants me to have nightmares. It's not even the skunk or main mouse, but rather the weird floating worm thing, and the creepy ass mouse in the background that scare me the most. I don't know if I should keep doing this, or run away.

"Make a realistic photo of a living Christmas tree with scary teeth, and one eye, that's very angry with a roller-skating skunk for stealing its shoes. The shoes should be alive, and the night sky should be black and forbidding."

I created this prompt, and I'm still horrified, and have more questions than answers. First of all, what in the hell happened to Skunky's hand? Did the tree do this to him? And I know that Skunky stole one of the tree's shoes, but what happened to its other foot? And why did the AI decide to ignore me, and give the tree both eyes? Are they plotting against me? And what is it with me and a roller-skating skunk? I must have a lot of issues that I should probably work on.

"Make a scary cartoon photo of a roller-skating skunk that is part skunk, and part house. He should have a door in him, some windows, and scared people, screaming for help."

The skunk has gone too far this time, turning into a house of horrors for the poor family trapped inside of him. The chimney looks like a bottle of booze, which poses a whole 'nother set of questions. And why in the hell is the frightened guy chasing this abomination? I would be running in the other direction. And what's with the heads on the family? Some of them are really damned scary!

"Draw a realistic  picutre of Where's Waldo, looking horrified, and crying, and running from an evil skunk wearing roller-skates. The sky should be black, and there should be fires all around them. The skunk looks hungry."

I guess the Roller-Skating Skunk found Waldo, and Waldo is none too happy about it. He should have hidden better, because this nightmare scenario must surely spell the end for this hiding asshole. Maybe he should have been a bit nicer, and not pissed off Skunky, because Skunky is usually a pretty reasonable guy. Except for when he's throwing little elf firemen, holding guns. And there's the business guy, I'm not sure where he came from, but I'm sure he was looking for Waldo as well. Oh well, toodles, Waldo.

"Make a picture for these lyrics:

The Tobes of Hades lit by flickering torchlight

The netherworld is gathered in the glare

Prince By-Tor takes the cavern to the northlight

The sign of Eth is rising in the air

By-Tor – Knight of Darkness,

Centurion of evil – Devil’s Prince"

This is definitely not how I ever pictured these Rush lyrics. By-Tor is a lot scarier looking than I ever imagined him. I actually feel bad for Snow Dog. The odds were against him, and why he probably didn't return anywhere near this realm, to vanquish The Necromancer. I don't blame him for one damn second. This is some traumatizing shit.

"Make a scary cartoon of a duel between a roller-skating skunk, an angry leprechaun, and a scary bat with a lot of teeth. There should be an old guy in a phone, as well as a darkened street with people eating popcorn, watching this nightmare unfold."

I think that this is a good place to stop for now. There's a lot to unpack here. The old guy eating the popcorn may (or may not) be inside a TARDIS. He must be flinging that popcorn at the epic battle that's unfolding before him. The leprechaun isn't fucking around with the skunk, but I'd be more afraid of that bat thing above them. He looks like he means some serious business, and I for one don't care a lot for serious business. 

I will play with this AI creation thing a bit more, because these pictures amuse me. But I know I didn't create them. I don't know what (or who) did, but I do appreciate the laugh. I always appreciate a laugh.

-Rob

Samantha & Covid-19

Samantha's Pretty Marshmallow Snowman

So like I have Covid for the first time.
I don’t recommend it and it sucks.
My nose was bleeding so bad that I kept coughing it up too.
At least I finished 90% of my school finals!
I went up 38 points on my language arts final.
I just want to curl up in a ball and poof 💨
I haven’t even really been wanting to read!
I only read like 30 pages today, which is not a good page count for me 🙄
I don’t recommend Covid.
I’d rather have strep for the billionth time.
Thanks to my step brother for passing on his germs… you Bootyhole!
Anyways have a good night all you peeps… hope everyone stays free of sickness for the rest of this holiday season!

With love
Samantha 🩷🦋

Liberty's Exiles: A Perfect Love Story

Back in 2017, Liberty's Exiles released our follow-up to "The Price of Immortality". This album was not a concept album, but there was a multi-part suite that I think needs a bit more attention than it gets. Clocking in at just over half an hour, "A Perfect Love Story" tell the story of a relationship, from the very beginning, until it's final, gruesome end. 

The song starts with "Falling In Love", which I think may have some of the best vocals in our vast catalog of music. Simon sings the lyrics with such beauty, and conviction, that you can almost see these two future lovers falling in love right before your eyes. It's a very uplifting part of the song. There some great music here, with some beautiful strings, amazingly emotive guitar work, and a tasty bass line. This piece sets up the rest of this epic track very nicely.

"Every Waking Moment / Life Built On Lies" is a two-parter within a five-parter. Sometimes I like to keep Simon on his toes with my lyrical pattern. Musically, "Every Waking Moment" shows the better parts of a relationship, the happy days when everything is new, and beautiful. Our hero loves our heroine so much, that he wants to spend every waking moment with her. Ain't that just so damned sweet? The chorus shows our lovers so in love, that they decide to get married (don't do it, buddy!!!). It really pulls at the ol' heart-strings. Musically the song is a bit moodier, but gels perfectly with the vocals and lyrics. Some great strings, and acoustic guitar on this piece. I love the quieter, more emotional songs. I've always been a sucker for a good ballad. 

Building directly from the outro of "Every Waking Moment", we segue into "Life Built On Lies". Lyrically this is a song about how a relationship can go from good to bad so quickly. A tale as old as time itself, my dear friends. I have always loved the intro to this part of the track. I still get goosebumps listening it. Some nice, crunchy guitars build up, with strings pulling us into this life of lies. I remember writing the string part thinking that if people didn't love this, they were crazy. We created such a chaotic, and emotional bit of music here. I've always loved it. Lyrically, it shows how bad this relationship has gotten. The love is gone, replaced with only lies, and regret (boy, have I been there!). Things escalate quickly from there, and the next part is very grim indeed.

All good things must surely come to an end, and thus we are brought to this songs "Gruesome End". A murder planned in the mind must soon be played out, and one of our weary lovers are about to find out that this life built on lies must surely end. The music of this song hints at the inner-turmoil of our dear hero, as they carry out their own bit of chaos. I've always loved how hopeful this song sounds musically, especially when considering the dark lyrics. There is some great guitar work from Simon, and I think I turned in a pretty nice string part. Lyrically, although there's a murder, there is some regret (even if it is without emotion). Once again, the chorus is fantastic, with some wonderful harmonies from my good friend, and writing partner these past ten years.

Just when you thought that you were out, we pull you back in with "The Cycle Again", the final part of the suite. This is the most fun, and upbeat part of the song, even if the lyrics hint at something really quite sinister. The bass guitar really tries to steal the show here, I've always loved it. Once again we get strings, and some great guitar work from Simon. Lyrically, this tune calls back to the first part of the song, and has our heroine moving on to a new (and better?) relationship. And will she kill again? Well, my friends, I rather think she does. She can't be stopped.

It's crazy to me that we wrote this song something like seven years ago. The amount of music that Liberty's have created just astounds me. Throughout our ten years together, Simon and I have crafted some great music. There will be more posts about other songs, because I believe that we have such a wealth of material, that it all BEGS to be heard. Until then, thanks for reading. I'll leave the lyrics below for this track, as well as the page you can go to, to listen along.

Until next time, toodles
Rob 

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Liberty's Exiles: IX

A - Falling In Love

It's a story that you've heard a hundred times
Boy sees girl across the room and she smiles
He makes believe that he can see all her signs
And she believes that she really likes his style

A simple conversation had away from the crowd
A spark is felt between them, burns so bright
They feel their spirits soar upon the highest cloud
And even those around can see their dazzling light

Falling in love is such an easy thing to do
Falling in love it always feels so right
Falling in love is such an easy thing to do
And they believe they're falling in love tonight

It's a story that you've heard a hundred times
A boy makes the promise that he'll call this girl
He believes that he has done everything just right
And she believes in a future so very bright

B - Every Waking Moment

Every waking moment I can feel you by my side
Your smile it brightens up the darkness of my life
Every waking moment I know that you are mine
And every thing about us just feels so very right

Every waking moment I can hear you in my soul
Your beauty seems to radiate from every pore
Every waking moment my heart feels so full
And I know that I will love you forever more

Will you take that step with me into our destiny
Will you make our hearts one, and our souls unite
Will you take a change and always be with me
Will you make me so happy, and marry me tonight

I'll spend every waking moment making you happy
I will make sure that your smile never fades
I'll spend every waking moment in our eternity
And make sure you love me until our finaly days

C - Life Built On Lies

Day after day, and year after year
I can feel our love slipping away
Year after year, and day after day
Afraid of the inner voice I hear

You said that you trusted me
You said that you loved me
You said that you needed me
You told me nothing but lies

Day after day, and year after year
I can feel eternity choking me
Year after year, and day after day
I dream about your darkest fear

I said that I needed you
I said that you'd always be mine
I promise you the stars in the sky
I never told you anything but lies

Day after day, and year after year
I can see myself giving into darkness
Year after year, and day after day
I want to make it perfectly clear

I want you out of my life
I want to end your life
I want you out of my life
I want to end your life

D - Gruesome End

When they found your body I cried
I tried to show the emotion I did not have inside
When they said that you suffered
I tried to not let on the joy I had hidden inside

And though you had to go away from here
I know that you were once my friend
And though I'll never shed a single tear
I know that I had caused your gruesome end

I stand before your grave today
And say the words I had to say
To take away the eyes that blame
And silence all the words they say

And though I'm glad that you are gone
I know that you were once my friend
And though I know what I did was wrong
I know that I had caused your gruesome end

Take a look in the mirror
I see my face smiling back at me
I feel elation now that you're gone
And I know that I'm ready to move on

E - The Cycle, Again

It's a story you've heard a hundred times
How a widow takes the loss and then moves on
And though this story has very different lines
The one once loved is now long dead and gone

And when they lock eyes from across the room
This loving bride that had killed her groom
Can see this lover in a potential friend
And start this crazy cycle all over again

It's a story you've heard a hundred times
The wife that killed gets away with her crime
She hides her very dark secret so well
While the man she promised to love burns in hell

And when she takes another for her mate
And starts again her cycle of hate
She knows she will return to then
And start this crazy cycle all over again

The Awesome Tale of Guinea Pig

In the heart of a quaint little town, there resided a guinea pig like no other—our protagonist, the epitome of cool, simply known as Guinea Pig. His coolness wasn't just a casual demeanor; it was a force to be reckoned with. Guinea Pig didn't entertain nonsense; he faced life head-on, challenging every obstacle in his path.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the beginning of Guinea Pig's nightly escapades, the town would buzz with anticipation. His cool shenanigans were the stuff of legends, from elaborate heists of the tastiest veggies in the neighborhood gardens to pulling off the most daring escapes from the clutches of overenthusiastic admirers.

His charisma was such that even the toughest of critters dared not cross him. Guinea Pig's cool factor reached legendary heights, inspiring tales told by the flickering firelight in cozy burrows and amidst the rustling leaves in the town square. There were moments when his coolness was so palpable that onlookers couldn't help but sit in wide-eyed wonder, as if witnessing the manifestation of some divine coolness.

Oh, the awesome adventures! From navigating intricate mazes designed by the craftiest hamsters to outwitting the cleverest cats, Guinea Pig's exploits were the talk of the town. If only we could recount every thrilling tale, we'd be regaling each other with stories for a year, each one more unbelievable than the last.

Guinea Pig wasn't just a rodent; he was a legend, a paragon of coolness that left an indelible mark on the hearts of everyone fortunate enough to witness his awesomeness. There's cool, and then there's Guinea Pig cool—something beyond words, beyond comparison. And so, my friends, the tale of Guinea Pig, the coolest of them all, continues to echo through the streets, a testament to the extraordinary adventures of a rodent who defied the ordinary and embraced the extraordinary.

On a whimsical afternoon that painted the town with hues of adventure, our beloved Guinea Pig, the sovereign of spontaneity, set out for a joyride through the lively streets, seeking amusement on his terms alone. Guinea Pig's time was his own, a non-negotiable commodity that he doled out at his discretion. His presence commanded attention, and no one dared question his audacious approach to life.

It was amidst this carefree expedition that Guinea Pig stumbled upon a mongoose, looking somewhat forlorn and devoid of the thrill that characterized Guinea Pig's every moment. Sensing an opportunity to inject some excitement into the mongoose's day, Guinea Pig, with an air of nonchalant authority, extended an invitation that was more of a command than a request.

"Get in, Mongoose," declared Guinea Pig, his tone leaving no room for debate. "We have miles to go, and not many hours to go them."

In the face of Guinea Pig's unspoken but palpable expectation, the mongoose, understanding the language of actions, tossed aside a half-empty soda with a casual flick of the wrist and hopped into the car. Words weren't necessary; Guinea Pig's whims were law.

"Hold onto something," cautioned Guinea Pig, aware of his limitations as a driver. His awesomeness extended to many realms, but the art of driving wasn't his forte. His little piggy feet struggled to reach the pedals, and he steered with a blend of confidence and uncertainty, creating an atmosphere of controlled chaos on the road.

As the quirky duo sped through the town, Guinea Pig at the wheel and Mongoose hanging on for dear life, laughter echoed through the streets. Guinea Pig's audacity knew no bounds, and the mongoose, once lonely and in need of fun, found himself immersed in an unexpected adventure orchestrated by the indomitable coolness of Guinea Pig.

In the initial moments of Guinea Pig's attempt to operate the vehicle, the challenges presented by the pedals seemed to be a formidable adversary. His tiny piggy feet strained to make contact, but with determined persistence, Guinea Pig eventually found the sweet spot and set the car into hesitant motion. Initially, he navigated the streets with caution, taking the time to acquaint himself with the peculiar dynamics of his newfound driving responsibilities.

As the minutes ticked by, something remarkable happened. Guinea Pig, with an innate knack for adapting to the circumstances, not only acclimated to the reach of the pedals but, in an unforeseen twist of automotive magic, began to push the car to ever-increasing speeds. What started as a slow, cautious crawl morphed into a blur of motion, a testament to Guinea Pig's unexpected driving prowess.

Soon, the car hurtled through the town at a velocity that defied the laws of known vehicle logic. Guinea Pig's fearless spirit and audacious driving style quickly became the stuff of legends among the townsfolk. The streets were alive with whispers of Guinea Pig's daring adventure, and the once-lonely mongoose hanging on for dear life found himself part of an exhilarating rollercoaster ride through the town's twists and turns.

But the tale took an even more astonishing turn. The very laws of physics seemed to bow to Guinea Pig's coolness, as the gas pedal, once out of reach, surreptitiously extended itself toward him. It was as if the car itself recognized the badassery emanating from Guinea Pig and sought to be a willing accomplice in his audacious exploits.

And so, my friends, the spectacle continued—an unstoppable force of coolness propelling a car through the town, with Guinea Pig at the helm, steering not just a vehicle but a narrative of unbridled adventure. The gas pedal, once a distant goal, now served as a symbol of Guinea Pig's legendary status, a homage to the undeniable coolness that even inanimate objects couldn't resist acknowledging. The town, once again, found itself spellbound by the ongoing saga of Guinea Pig and his uncharted, adrenaline-fueled journey.

With the car now hurtling through the streets at a breakneck pace, Guinea Pig, reveling in the adrenaline rush, decided it was time to take his coolness to the next level. As if on cue, he nonchalantly reached to his side and produced a pair of kick-ass sunglasses, a signature accessory that accompanied him on all his daring escapades. These weren't just any sunglasses; they were the key to Guinea Pig's unparalleled cool factor, a promise he made to them long ago when he acquired them from a little old lady in exchange for the humble currency of a half-eaten ham sandwich.

The sunglasses, perched effortlessly on his snout, transformed Guinea Pig from a mere rodent on a joyride to a four-wheeled maestro of coolness. The reflection of the speeding town danced in the lenses, a visual symphony to accompany the auditory thrill of the roaring engine. Guinea Pig, now the epitome of style and flair, felt the wind rush through his fur, enhancing the sensation of absolute freedom.

As if prompted by the presence of the sunglasses, Guinea Pig reached into his secret stash and retrieved a half-eaten ham sandwich, a nostalgic reminder of the fateful day he acquired his shades. Holding the sandwich with a certain reverence, he declared, "Perfection." It was a ritualistic acknowledgment of the simple joys in life—speed, style, and a half-eaten ham sandwich.

However, Guinea Pig wasn't about to share his culinary delight with Mongoose. The mongoose, ever grateful for the opportunity to be part of Guinea Pig's thrilling journey, wasn't expecting any gastronomic generosity. Mongoose understood that this ride wasn't just about sandwiches; it was about basking in the glory of Guinea Pig's coolness—the Piggy, the myth, the legend.

And so, the dynamic duo sped through the town, Guinea Pig behind the wheel, sporting kick-ass sunglasses, and holding a half-eaten ham sandwich—the embodiment of coolness on four wheels, leaving a trail of awe-inspired onlookers and a tale that would be recounted for generations to come.

With the wind in their fur and the town as their canvas, Guinea Pig and Mongoose embarked on a nocturnal odyssey, ready to leave an indelible mark on the sleepy streets. Guinea Pig, the mastermind behind the mischief, leaned toward Mongoose and outlined their audacious plan.

"Okay, Mongoose," Guinea Pig declared with an air of mischief, "Here is the plan. We're going to paint this little town Guinea, and we're going to have a squeakin' good time doing it." A dazzling smile, arguably the most winningest that had ever graced the rodent world, accompanied by a sly wink, sealed the pact. Mongoose, fully aware that this was the preamble to one hell of a night filled with epic shenanigans, readied himself for the escapades that lay ahead. But first, a mission of utmost importance—capturing the essence of their adventure in a selfie.

As Mongoose extended his arm, maneuvering the phone for the perfect shot, Guinea Pig smiled into the night. He was doing something extraordinary here. He was turning what was once a sad, and lonely Mongoose into the stuff that even legends couldn't quite contain. Guinea Pig was a hero. 

Throughout the town, the duo weaved through its narrow streets, leaving behind a trail of mischief, laughter, and painted guinea symbols. The night unfolded in a series of epic escapades that defied description. From rooftop acrobatics to impromptu dance-offs in the town square, Guinea Pig and Mongoose became the unsung heroes of a tale that transcended the ordinary.

Mongoose, forever changed by the surreal night of guinea-inspired mayhem, couldn't help but marvel at the transformation. The world itself seemed different, touched by the irreverent coolness that Guinea Pig exuded with every daring move. The car, Mongoose, the half-eaten ham sandwich, and the kick-ass sunglasses—all eternally indebted to the coolness of Guinea Pig—now held a special place in the annals of the town's history.

But alas, dear reader, the full chronicle of that unforgettable night would require volumes to recount. For now, we leave you with the promise that the tales of Guinea Pig, Mongoose, and their unforgettable exploits shall continue to echo through the ages, leaving an everlasting legacy of coolness, adventure, and the transformative power of one audacious guinea pig and his trusty mongoose companion.

Indeed, the tales of that fateful night are like a treasure chest waiting to be opened, revealing the gems of mischief, laughter, and the unexpected. But, my friend, today is not the day for delving into the intricacies of those adventures. Today is a day for something equally splendid—the celebration and adoration of Guinea Pig.

In the hearts and minds of the townsfolk, Guinea Pig had become more than just a cool character; he was a living legend, a source of inspiration, and a reminder that life is meant to be embraced with audacity and a dash of irreverence. As the sun cast its warm glow upon the town, the echoes of Guinea Pig's exploits lingered in the air, a testament to the indomitable spirit that had swept through the streets just hours before.

So, let us bask in the glory of Guinea Pig, the trendsetter of coolness, the orchestrator of legendary nights. Today is a day to appreciate the charisma, the audacity, and the unapologetic zest for life that Guinea Pig embodies. Perhaps, in the future, the tales of that extraordinary night will be unveiled in all their glory, but for now, let us revel in the sheer awesomeness that is Guinea Pig.

Raise a paw, a hoof, or whatever appendage you may have, and join in the collective adoration of Guinea Pig, for today is a day to celebrate the living legend and coolness extraordinaire that has left an indelible mark on the town and our hearts. Cheers to Guinea Pig, the Piggy, the myth, the legend!

-Rob

Liberty's Exiles

Hello everyone, Rob here. Today I want to talk about my band, Liberty's Exiles. More specifically, our newest album. I started out writing with Simon Talbot of the London based band, Halo, back in 2013 (Holy hell, has it been 10 years?!), and during that time we have released 23 albums worth of music. It's been a lot of fun creating so much great music with one of the greatest musical partners a guy could have, and I hope we have another 10 years of music in us.

Liberty's Exiles: USA (2023)

Last month, November 2023, we released our newest album, "USA". Like several albums before it, it's a concept album. The concept being a world where Donald Trump wins the election for President in 2020. I know, that's a scary thought for me as well, but I played that scenario out through the lyrics of this album. In doing so, Simon was able to capture a sort of scary vibe throughout much of this album, and I'm proud to say that it all turned out amazing. It might be one of our best releases yet! There are also some tracks about some of the horrible things that happened during Trump's four year run as president, and even some things that are really wrong with the US (Yes folks, guns ARE a HUGE problem here!)

I put together some videos, had an AI program help "create" the album artwork, and we released the album on our bandcamp page. Sadly, thanks to money (and a largely non-physical media world), there isn't a CD release of this album, but we hope you'll check it out anyway!

Here is the track listing, and the link to check the album out. Thanks for reading, my friends.

Liberty's Exiles: USA (2023)

01. USA 06:24

02. Pompous Circumstance 04:00

03. The Devil in Disguise 03:43

04. Lost Country 04:22

05. Doomed Planet 03:55

06. The Cult of The 45 04:24

07. Americans Love Their Guns 04:22

08. We're Starting a New Riot 04:47

09. When Will We Learn America 03:31

10. Exiles on Liberty Street 04:45

11. America is a Gun 04:08

12. Hope For Hope 04:08